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mother daughter poem

cuando voy de nuevo a la tierra
la noche es oscura, y los vientos del invierno
expresemos nuestras pasiones más bajas
la hija, arte del thou viene morir
por la orilla, por el mar
no puedo ahora decirle
el pequeño lamentable, usado, caras el reír
placeres mediados de y palacios aunque podemos vagar
podríamos sino saber
no permanezca no más
la lluvia encima, y el aire brillante
una milla detrás

 



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